The beauty cried like a cuckoo weeping blood. Feng Hao was so heartbroken that he was unable to comfort her and could only apologize continuously.
"Asshole!...You bastard...I hate you..."
Crying and crying, Qingwu fell asleep leaning on Feng Hao's chest, still murmuring.
"Yeah, I'm just a bastard..."
There were two obvious tear stains on Feng Hao's face, and his eyes were full of pain.
How he wished the roles could be reversed...
"well!..."
Looking at the pretty face that was still frowning in sleep, Feng Hao sighed heavily, carefully hugged Qingwu and placed it gently on the bed. Every movement was very careful, as if he was afraid of waking up the beauty.
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"I owe you..."
Sitting beside the bed, looking at the pretty face that looked a little haggard and the red and swollen eyes, Feng Hao stretched out his trembling palms and wiped the tears on her pretty face.
Every tear was shed for himself, and his heart was trembling.
"Don't worry, I'll be responsible for everything in the future!"
With his eyes focused, Feng Hao made a decision in his mind.
I can no longer let Qingwu bear my own pressure!
From her crying words, Feng Hao learned that what happened after that time...
Qingwu had always concealed the accident. After that, the senior leaders of the Shadow Demon Cult proposed several times to eradicate the problem and kill herself to eliminate future troubles, but she was stopped by her for various reasons.
Later, she unexpectedly became pregnant with Xiao Qingmeng. She originally wanted to kill her, but maybe due to maternal instinct, she did not do that. After a year of seclusion, she gave birth to Xiao Qingmeng, who was rumored to be an adopted baby girl.
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She is obviously her daughter, but she can only treat her as an adopted daughter. How painful must she feel in her heart? Who can she tell her story to?
And her behavior is not allowed in the Shadow Demon Cult, because her adopted daughter will definitely be the next saint!
How could a saint candidate be adopted at will? If the talent is not good, it will affect the direction of the Shadow Demon Sect, so Xiao Qingmeng was rejected.
Until, the supreme poisonous body breaks out...
From then on, Qingwu's life became easier.
The Supreme Poison Body was the body of the Poison Ancestor. After learning about it, Xiao Qingmeng went from being an outcast to becoming the jewel in the hands of all the old people in the Shadow Demon Sect. It can be said that now, the Shadow Demon Sect has
All hopes are pinned on this little girl who is just over two years old.
"Thirty thousand two years worth of poisons..."
Feng Hao's heart ached at the thought of little Qingmeng having to endure such inhuman pain.
How can it be such a painful process?
You know, even an evildoer like "Demon" only has thousands of poisons in his body, which already makes him feel worse than death and cannot bear it. However, Xiao Qingmeng, who is only a few years old, has to bear tens of thousands of poisons.
washing exercise.
"Damn it!"
Clenching his teeth, a wisp of blood spilled from the corner of Feng Hao's mouth, and streaks of blood spread in his pupils.
You are born with a physical constitution that cannot be changed. If you cannot control it, you will die!
He didn't expect that his daughter would follow the same path as him...
There was nothing he could do about it.
"Um?"
It wasn't until midnight that Qing Wu woke up. She glanced around vigilantly and saw Feng Hao, who looked a little haggard. She paused in her heart, but her face quickly returned to cold, and she calmly walked out of the bed.
"Wu'er."
Seeing her indifferent look, Feng Hao felt a pain in his heart. He walked over and held her soft shoulders with both hands, "This competition is over, you and I will go to the Shadow Demon Sect!"
"Um?!"
Qing Wu suddenly raised her head and saw a pair of eyes with a determined look. Her heart was completely shaken at this moment. The trembling eyes showed that her mood was very uneasy.
"But..."
Qingwu was a little flustered at this time. Even she herself didn't understand why she was flustered and where did this chaos come from?
"I will be responsible for everything from now on!"
Reaching out and gently pressing her lips, Feng Hao spoke in a noncommittal tone, his eyes filled with determination.
He is a man, how could he ask a woman to shoulder the responsibilities he should shoulder?
Even if the Shadow Demon Cult is like a gate of hell, he still has to break through!
"Wu'er, I owe you too much. From now on, I will spend my whole life repaying my debt to you mother and daughter."
Reaching out to hug Yiren into his arms, Feng Hao spoke softly with a slight trembling voice.
The continuous words of love made Qingwu's slightly stiff body soften, and leaning against the boy's broad chest, a layer of mist filled her eyes again.
Her cold heart warmed up at this moment.
"Wu'er, how are you preparing for Meng'er's matter?"
Feng Hao asked with some worry as he hugged Yi Ren gently and sat on the bed.
There are more than 32,000 types of poisons in the world, even if the Shadow Demon Cult is comparable to the Holy Land, I'm afraid it's not that easy to collect, especially those kings of poisons.
"Hmm!..."
Qingwu wanted to break away from his embrace, but he hugged her tightly again. After a while, she gave in, and for some reason, an inexplicable sweetness arose in her heart.
"There's still a lot to be done..."
When he thought about Xiao Qingmeng, Qingwu's pretty reddish face turned pale again, and his eyes were filled with sadness.
"What's left? I'll figure it out!"
Hearing this, Feng Hao's heart tightened and he asked.
The King of Poison is on the same level as the King of Medicine, and is as precious as a holy object!
In other words, it can only be compared to a holy object!
You know, Feng Hao has a lot of holy objects on his body at this time, such as Qi flowers, Qi fruits, and Qi leaves. If the number is spread, it will directly cause a sensation in the entire continent. I am afraid that none of those hidden old antiques can still sit there.
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Feng Hao felt that if the news spread about these sacred objects in exchange for the Poison King, many old antiques would be very willing to exchange them.
"Beimang Aconitum, Panmu soft turtle, Zhenyu..."
The King of Poisons, which is fatal to ordinary people when touched, came out of Qingwu's mouth, and her eyes were full of bitterness.
In order to collect these poisons, the Shadow Demon Cult tried their best at this time, but the harvest was very little...
How can the King of Poison be so good?
"Don't worry, leave it to me."
Feng Hao is full of confidence. Holy objects such as Qi flowers and Qi fruits are irresistible to many old antiques. However, what he lacks now is a safe trading place. Otherwise, if some super old antiques cannot be obtained,
If they arrive, they may be robbed directly.
In this seemingly safe ancient city of Langye, in fact, there is no restriction on killing people for those super old antiques, because there may be people among them who formulate and maintain this rule!
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